5.23.2012

Always...

This girl is always looking in mom's diaper bag for "sdick". (lipstick or chapstick)
Or asking dad for his wallet and "sdick".
She is always making messes.
Always asking to brush her teeth, so she can eat the toothpaste.
Always eating something...sometimes food, most of the time not.
She is always right by my side.
Always holding a baby. Or two. Or four.
She is always blowing kisses.  Or giving kisses to Ivy.
She is always helping by getting me diapers, wipes, jammies, blankets and burp cloths.  
And always helping empty the dishwasher or putting the laundry in the dryer and shutting the door.
She is always "helping" take Ivy's socks off.  And her blankets.  And her headbands.
She is always excited for Dad to come home.
And is always waiting for him on the porch with a big "HIIIII!"  and then
she always runs to his car and is is lifted in to help him drive into the garage.
She is always dipping her hand in the flour in the cupboard and tasting it.
She is always asking for treats.  and walks.  and more. more. more.
She is always asking to read the "sciptues" about "Nefi".
She always reminds us to say prayers at bedtime, snacktime, lunchtime, breakfasttime, dinnertime, and whenevertime.
And always wants a made up story at bedtime.  And asks again and again.

This girl is always doing something.
Something so sweet or something that tests our patience that I don't want to forget.

We sure love her!
We always will.



5.16.2012

Ivy: one month old

Ivy is now one month old.  I've said it before, but time flies by way too fast.
This little peanut does just what a one month old does.

She cries...hard. Really hard.  And there are no warning whimpers beforehand.  
She loves to be held and prefers to be held.
She smiles every so often, and it's the cutest little smile!
And we have heard a few coos here and there.
My favorite!

She hates to be swaddled...unless she is almost asleep.
One arm is always out of the blanket.
She sleeps fairly well.  I feed her at 7pm, she goes down for the night at 8pm and wakes up every three hours on the dot.  I'm up twice a night..which is exhausting, but I'm getting used to it.  She is up for the day at 6:30am or 7:00am.  (I mostly just write this to look back on...for help with future children)

She is a chubby little thing.  She eats like a champ.  Nursing is so much easier the second time around.  At her two week checkup, she weighed a whopping 9 pounds 14 ounces.  Millie weighed that when she was one month old. 

She doesn't have much hair.  Just a little peach fuzz that is a dirty blonde color.
Her eyes are big and blue and she long fingers and toes.

She loves her pacifier, rarely wears a headband or socks because her big sister pulls them off the second they goes on.  If a blanket is placed on Ivy, Millie pulls it right off.  So, its swaddled or nothing.

Her nicknames are:  
Ivers or Ibers
Ibee
Iverson
Ibis (eye-biss)
peanut (but I call Millie that too)




We love our little Ivers.  She has been a great little addition to our family.
It's like she's been apart of our family all along.

{I must really love this shirt, because Millie is wearing it in her one month pictures too. :)} 

5.14.2012

The Many Faces of Ivy

Here are the many faces of Ivy at 3 weeks old...
(have yet to catch a smiley one)

We love this sweet girl!

5.10.2012

my mom, "Gamma"

{It just so happens that mother's day is right around the corner, so this post was only fitting.}

One day after Ivy was born, my mom flew out to help out do all the work.  Seriously!  She did everything!  She changed her flight to two weeks sooner than planned, dropped everything in her life to come help out mine.  She did my laundry, cleaned my house, helped me organize, helped with headbands and made my life simpler with shortcuts, played and took care of Millie (Millie probably thought my mom was her mom there for a little bit), bathed Millie, did her hair, fed her, put her down for naps, took Millie to library time, made meals for all of us, did my laundry, did my laundry, cleaned, changed my sheets, snuggled my babies, did my laundry, went grocery shopping, changed diaper after diaper, held Ivy while I took naps, loved and snuggled my babies...and the list could go on and on!  She took such good care of us!  And I am so thankful for her!  We are all so thankful for her!  We had a lot of fun while she was here.  It definitely wasn't long enough.  It never is long enough.  

You don't realize just how much your mother did/does until you are one yourself.  And even then, I don't think you really realize or know how much your mother did/does.  I am so thankful for my mom!  My children's "Gamma." (as Millie calls her)  She is easy to love and be around, and I am so thankful for her and for all that she did, does and continues to do for me and my little family.    



Happy Mother's Day weekend Mom!  

I sure love you!

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5.01.2012

Ivy Birth Story

I went to bed Sunday night like I normally do.  I don't remember what time I went to bed, but I remember not feeling like I would have another baby girl the next day.  I do remember feeling a little uncomfortable, and as I said my prayers that night I asked that I would be comfortable these last few days. (or something along those lines)  All I can say is, my stomach has been pretty comfortable since the 9th of April.  :)  

I woke up around 1:30 am on Monday feeling the most horrible cramps.  They were bearable...but I thought it was a little strange.  I went to the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep.  I laid in bed thinking about all the things I still needed to get done and hoped that baby wasn't ready to come yet.  (not that I wasn't excited, I just had a lot to do still, my due date wasn't until the 20th, and my mom wasn't scheduled to come till the 24th of this month.)  My contractions started to get more painful but still bearable.  I started to time them.  10 minutes apart...8 minutes apart...I thought it was just a scare.  I texted my mom around 2:30am telling her this baby might be coming today.  In the back of my mind I kept telling myself I was silly for thinking that.

I decided to hop in the bath...oh boy, did that help!  But it was temporary.  The contractions kept coming.  

I tried to go back to bed...but I couldn't sleep, so I decided to distract myself from the contractions.  I made a few headbands that had to go out the next day...through each contraction I'd hunch over and breathe and then quickly try to finish each bow or headband.  By this time, the contractions were closer to 6-8 minutes apart.  Painful, but still manageable.  (kinda)  

My house was a wreck.  I had loads of laundry to do that I was going to tackle the next day.  The dishes were still left out from Easter dinner the day before, and there was clutter everywhere.  I cleaned up the kitchen as best I could, did my hair, threw in a load of laundry and tried to pick up the house.  By this time, the contractions were ranging anywhere from 3-8 minutes apart.  Cason was still sleeping, but I'd wake him up every once in a while and tell him today might be the day.  And that he probably shouldn't go into work...just in case.  

Around 7:30 am, Millie and Cason woke up.  Cason fed Millie breakfast while I tried to catch a little sleep.  Between each contraction, it felt like I had slept an hour.  I'd wake up and look at the clock and it had only been six minutes...or three minutes...or eight minutes.  Clearly I was exhausted.  

Around 8:30 am I called the Dr's office and explained that I was having contractions, but they were not a consistent three minutes apart.  They asked me if I could talk through them and I could for the most part. They advised me to head to the Emergency Room.  I took it lightly, and took my sweet little time packing a bag, and getting things ready to go.  I called a dear friend (who I am so thankful for) around 9 am to see if I could drop Millie off.  Without hesitation she said yes.  I don't know what I would do without her!  

Finally around 10 am we left our house and dropped Millie off.  I walked her to the door and said that we'd probably be back to get Millie in a few hours.  I thought these contractions were a fluke because they were not a consistent three minutes apart.  

At 10:30am we arrived at the Emergency Room.  Cason told the officer at the door that I was about to have a baby.  I laughed and was a little embarrassed and told him that I was fine.  They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the front desk.  I told them my name and the receptionist asked, "and you are having contractions right?!"  I told him I was.  Apparently they were waiting for me as I took my sweet little time.  I was then wheeled to a doorway and waited for a nurse to come wheel me to my room.  Right after she came another pregnant woman came through the doors with wet hair, breathing very heavily.  She said she was about to have her baby.  I felt so dumb, because here I was calm, having random contractions, in the emergency room and this girl was pretty much hyperventilating.  I almost hopped up from the wheelchair and headed back to the car.  

They wheeled me back to a room, I changed into my gown and they started asking questions.  The contractions at this point were painful.  They checked me and I was dilated to an eight.  They said that this baby could come in a half an hour.  I started crying.  I couldn't believe it.  I thought I would for sure go over my due date.  But lucky me, my prayers were answered.  

I was wheeled to another room where more of the same questions were asked (why do they do that?) and my water broke.  The anesthesiologist came in, gave me my epidural and it was smooth sailing from there on out!  The doctor came in around 1:00 pm and I was dilated to a 10.  I started pushing and at 1:33 pm Ivy Elizabeth Green was born.  She was 8 pounds 4 ounces and was 19 inches long.  

It was such a sweet moment.  I loved hearing her precious little cry, seeing her squinty eyes, and her puffy, wrinkly newborn skin.  We did skin to skin, and I held her and cuddled her while she let out little whimpers.  It was such a tender moment.  

She didn't have a name the first few days of her life, but on the last day we finally made the decision.  We love our little Ivy girl and are so blessed to have another sweet baby girl in our lives. 








proud dad!!

   
Later that day, Cason brought Millie to meet her new baby sister for the first time.
To say we were nervous for them to meet is an understatement.
We obviously didn't know how Millie would handle it.

At first, all she wanted was Cason.  She didn't like to see me in the bed.
Finally she sat by me and looked at her baby sister.
She wasn't too sure about the whole situation...


Day two came around and the little miss helped me burp Ivy.  And kept wanting to "hold it".


This picture absolutely melts me.


My beautiful, selfless, loving, giving, dear, mom changed her flight to come and help us out.
Oh, what would we do without her?!





The best picture we got as a family of four.


Oh, how blessed we are to have another beautiful baby girl in our family.
We love our little Ivy girl and Millie loves her baby "Ibee."
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